Coverdale(i)
8 The cried I vnto ye (O LORDE) yee vnto ye LORDE made I my prayer.
9 What profit is there in my bloude, yf I go downe to corrupcion?
10 Maye the dust geue thankes vnto ye? Or shal it declare thy faithfulnesse?
11 Hear (O LORDE) and haue mercy vpon me: LORDE be thou my helper.
12 And so thou hast turned my heuynesse into ioye: thou hast put of my sack cloth, & gyrded me wt gladnesse. That my honor might synge prayses vnto the wt out ceassynge: O LORDE my God, I wil geue thankes vnto the for euer.